Despotic, overbearing, and pampered (8)

he huan was furious. he lay there in an extremely sorry state, and his voice was trembling."Qin mo, you bastard."

qin mo carefully admired her frightened look. he placed the medicine aside with one hand and gently placed the other hand on the spot where she was going to be beaten. his voice was low and hoarse."are you afraid?"

"i'm not afraid." He Huan's voice was trembling. She felt his hand pinching her chin again. It was

"put me down," he huan bit her lower lip.

Qin mo pinched her chin and forced her to look up. He Huan met a pair of deep eyes.

His dark eyes seemed to carry a hint of a smile, but there was also a hint of scrutiny as he stared at her quietly. He Huan was a little stunned and couldn't say a word.

Qin Mo's fingers moved dangerously over, preparing to hit his P * s. When he realized what he was going to do, he Huan screamed, " "Qin mo, I don't want it."